The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1887-06-04


by those who execrated his extravaganza
and mourned his downfall. Twelve honest
cigars nicely put up in paper bag cost a
York shilling, and modest drink of dem
ocratic whiskey three cents. Arcadian
days these, of primeval innocence and
When pleuro- o-pneumonia, spin
al meningitis and Bright's disease, were no
more known than the history Of the fixed
stars. General scott, the greatest hero of
bis day, walking down Broadway and find
ing his cheek empty, stepped into John
Anderson's little shop, and got a paper of
tobacco. Whether it was the really excel
lent quality of the weed, or the sparkling
eyes of Mary Rodgers, know net, but the
very next day the General called again and
got another paper.
Poor Mary Rodgers went out one Sunday
afternoon, and she was never seen again
till her body was found floating in the
Hudson opposite Sybil's Cave, under the
Hobol1en Cliffs, not for from Weehawken
Dell. where Aaron Barr killed Alexander
Hamilton. The Mexican war came on,
and General Scott went down to the land
of the Aztecs; there was pleS ty of tobacco
there, but there was nothing like John
Anderson's. The General sent on special
order to New York for several boxes OF
tobacco -intimating that the Mexican CAM
paign might possibly be a failure without
it. John Andersen did lot up in tinfoil
and despatched 1t to the seat of war, where
it arrived in time to assist in the victory of
Molino del Rey, and enter into the capital
city Of the Aztecs.
JFhen in the Royal palace of the Monte
zumas the General stretched himself out
OH one of the gorgeous divans. he took in
huge quid of his faYorite weed in his cheek,
and wrote to his friend John Anderson,
that he was benefactor of his race, and
his tobacco was indeed, a Soldce. The
word soldce struck John Anderson, and
thereafter he sent forth John Auderson's S
Solace tobacco. The name spread like
wildfire and the ounce humble tobacconist
of the little Broadway shop, became the
possessor of millions but bis millions
brought him not peace of mind nor happi-
ness. Illusions haunted him; the ghost
of the beautiful Marv Rodgers followed
him day and night. lie was unfortunate
in his children, and it nearly killed him
when his dau yhter's husband, disgraced
and wrecked, was hurled from the Judges
bench to irretreivable ruin and infamy.
This little Temple covers broken heart
and a wrecked life; the wealth of Midas
could not save him, and this week his
grandchild appears in the Courts to fight
for the patrimony of which, she says, her
uncle robbed her. The millions are melt
ing away; but the little Temple on the Hill
remains to point moral and adoan tale.
1t is not altogether pleasant to see a
priest, although unfrocked, presiding at a
meeting where assassination was openly
ADVOCATED. On Thursday night, Father
McGlynn presided at meeting ostensibly
for the purpose of protesting against the
Russian treaty; but which, before its con-
clusion, drifted into the widest kind of
anarchy. When illusions were made to
| assassinating the Car with bombs, they
were received with uproarious acclamation
| while the name of Secretary Bayard in
voked storm of Kisses! What more did
| Herr Most do than this? What more did
those felons in Chicago, who are now stand
ing under the shadow of the gallows?
| The Russian Car was tyrannt worthy
of death to the Nihilsts! The police OF
Chicago were tyrants, considered worthy
of death by the anarchistsi A very grave
question is presented to us by these new
school reformers: Are the people of the
! United States ready to endorse assassina.
tion? Two American Presidents have beeu
stricken down, and justice has been meted
out to both of the as:assins. The Presi-
dent of the United States is in greater perl
than the ruler of Russia. President Cleve-
land sits in his plain Democratic house
without body guard; twenty-five or thirty
millions may not like his person or his ad
ministration: but, we give notice to all the
world, if hair of his head is harmed. il
the earth contains his assailant We will
find him.
Doctor McGlynn no doubt feels very
much outraged that Mr. o. Brien was STONED
in Kingston and Toronto; and yet he ha,
no word of condemnation for the ruflian whC
attempted to assassinatc the Gear or for til,
villain who did kill his father, a man VIII,
emancipated more slaves than there was il
the United States. The United State
must not be made harbor for assessing
whether they come from Phoenix Park O
Moscow.
A remarkable tIial ended this week iI
the conviction Of the murderer of LymaI
S. Weeks. Mr.. Weeks lived in Brooklyn
in beautiful home, and had everythin,
about him to make life happy. He was
man of splendid physique and fearless as
lion. At midnight few weeks ago h.
was awakened by his wife who heard som
Zone moving in the lower part of the house
Mr. Weeks hastily decended and in a fey
moments his wife, following him, foun,
him dead upon the floor of The dinin
room. No one heard the report of tn
pistol which sent the ball crashing through
his brain. No one saw the assassin commi
the deed, but such net of circumstantia
evidence was woven about one Greenwa
the jury promptly convicted him Of murde
in the first degree Several OF the witnesse
were acknowledged thieves and incidental
to the testimony in the murder case cam
stories of robbery and plunder enough 1
) fill yellow covered noYel'
A queer strike occurred here among tn
, grave-diggers Of Calvary Cemetery, bu
3 this time they did not get the arbitration {
the Knights of Labor, for Bishop Loughli
OF Brooklyn took the bull by the horns an
5 made short work of the strike. In Calvar